"Same time next week?" Ignan asked slyly from behind Tapendra. A smirk played on his features, satisfied his warning had been heeded, given Tapendra's saucer like eyes. Curling his wand in his long fingertips, he summoned the bottle of vile tasting hangover cure from the other side of the room and held it out to Tapendra as he paused in the doorway checking the coast was clear.

"Here, you undoubtedly need it, and I owe it to you.

... Now hop it before I change my mind."